Su Xin has lived for twenty-eight years and has never experienced or felt the third kind of love other than friendship and family affection.
Until one day, a butterfly fluttered its wings and flew past his eyes.
He wanted to catch this butterfly, which danced with all its heart and never seemed to dream of staying in one place for a long time, in the palm of his hand.
To add some vitality to this land that has always been lonely and barren.
But I never thought that in a place where no living things have ever existed, even if there is only a small butterfly, it is the whole spring.
Later, he stood in the bustling spring and welcomed the butterfly that only belonged to him.
Intention: Love has its own will
